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@gaza-evacuation-funds here My number on the list is 369

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The night is strangely quiet, as if it’s preparing me for something ahead. Five days remain until New Year’s Eve, but the countdown hasn’t started yet. It feels like time is giving me one last chance to think, plan, and gather my scattered thoughts.

Months ago, I launched a campaign on GoFundMe. I wrote my story with complete honesty—simple dreams for my small family and a hope that the world might help us live with dignity. But it didn’t reach what I had hoped for. Donations came slowly, and the fear of failure began to creep into my heart.

But now, before the five crucial days begin, I’ve decided not to give up.

Today is for thinking. I sat down and created a plan for each of the five upcoming days. I’ll start by rewriting my story on the platform, adding a new touch, something that makes people feel our reality more deeply. After that, I’ll share the campaign on social media and ask everyone I know to help, even with just a word.

I’ll dedicate one day to talking to my friends and close ones, asking for their support—not just by donating, but by spreading my story to the world. I’ll search for simple ways to make every person who reads about me feel connected, as if my story is more than just words on a screen.

Finally, I’ll leave a day for reflection. I’ll sit with myself and my family, and together we’ll think of how we can create joy with the simplest things, even if we don’t achieve everything we wish for.

Before the five days begin, I feel like I still have a chance. The campaign might not be perfect, and it might not reach everyone, but what matters most is that I’m trying, that I refuse to be a victim of silence or failure.

The New Year is coming, and a small hope beats inside me: maybe this year will bring us a different beginning.

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On a cold winter night, while the world celebrated the arrival of a new year, two contrasting scenes unfolded on the same land.

In one, Santa Claus rode his sleigh, pulled by reindeer, loaded with brightly wrapped gifts, passing through houses filled with lights and laughter. Children eagerly awaited his arrival, bringing them dreams and joy.

On the other side, a different kind of sleigh moved along a dark path. A wooden cart, pulled by a donkey and guided by a figure wearing a Palestinian keffiyeh, carried small white-shrouded bodies—symbols of war and loss.

It was as if time froze for a moment, where these two realities collided: one brimming with superficial happiness, the other overflowing with raw pain. Two sleighs moving in parallel worlds, intersecting only in the hearts of those who can see and feel.

The contrast was striking: how could the world celebrate Christmas while others perish in silence? How could pain go unnoticed?

As I gazed at this scene, tears fell, racing against my words. I realized the world is not one world but many—each with its never-ending story. Still, I believe that one day, joy will unite all, just as sorrow does now.

The last donation I received was 4 days ago and was worth 5£, and the one before that donated 6 days ago.

Please help achieve the goal.

On a cold winter night, while the world celebrated the arrival of a new year, two contrasting scenes unfolded on the same land.

In one, Santa Claus rode his sleigh, pulled by reindeer, loaded with brightly wrapped gifts, passing through houses filled with lights and laughter. Children eagerly awaited his arrival, bringing them dreams and joy.

On the other side, a different kind of sleigh moved along a dark path. A wooden cart, pulled by a donkey and guided by a figure wearing a Palestinian keffiyeh, carried small white-shrouded bodies—symbols of war and loss.

It was as if time froze for a moment, where these two realities collided: one brimming with superficial happiness, the other overflowing with raw pain. Two sleighs moving in parallel worlds, intersecting only in the hearts of those who can see and feel.

The contrast was striking: how could the world celebrate Christmas while others perish in silence? How could pain go unnoticed?

As I gazed at this scene, tears fell, racing against my words. I realized the world is not one world but many—each with its never-ending story. Still, I believe that one day, joy will unite all, just as sorrow does now.

The last donation I received was 4 days ago and was worth 5£, and the one before that donated 6 days ago.

Please help achieve the goal.

On a cold winter night, while the world celebrated the arrival of a new year, two contrasting scenes unfolded on the same land.

In one, Santa Claus rode his sleigh, pulled by reindeer, loaded with brightly wrapped gifts, passing through houses filled with lights and laughter. Children eagerly awaited his arrival, bringing them dreams and joy.

On the other side, a different kind of sleigh moved along a dark path. A wooden cart, pulled by a donkey and guided by a figure wearing a Palestinian keffiyeh, carried small white-shrouded bodies—symbols of war and loss.

It was as if time froze for a moment, where these two realities collided: one brimming with superficial happiness, the other overflowing with raw pain. Two sleighs moving in parallel worlds, intersecting only in the hearts of those who can see and feel.

The contrast was striking: how could the world celebrate Christmas while others perish in silence? How could pain go unnoticed?

As I gazed at this scene, tears fell, racing against my words. I realized the world is not one world but many—each with its never-ending story. Still, I believe that one day, joy will unite all, just as sorrow does now.

We are now 2165 please help achieve the goal

I have always dreamed of continuing my education abroad, but it was a dream bigger than my means. I decided not to give up, so I started a fundraising campaign, sharing my story with others: a young man with ambition, looking for an opportunity to build his future, but in need of support to reach his goal.

The beginning was encouraging, as I received small contributions and a lot of moral support from people I didn't even know, but who believed in my dream. However, we still haven’t reached the required amount. Sometimes I feel anxious that time will run out before I reach my goal, but deep inside, there’s a determination pushing me to keep going.

With each step in this journey, I’ve learned something new. I’ve learned that hope doesn’t come easily, but it’s worth the effort, and that working together can make a huge difference. Despite the challenges, I still believe that the dream I’m striving for will one day become a reality.

I haven’t achieved the goal yet, but I am not stopping. This is not the end of my story, but the beginning of a new chapter in my journey toward hope and a better future.

The last donation was two days ago.

@oday-akram's campaign has a short-term goal of £15,000 in his campaign for helping provide for his family as they gather funds for evacuation and Oday's education afterwards.

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@gaza-evacuation-funds here My number on the list is 369

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@ibtisams here

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@victormcdicktor here

To everyone who has contributed and supported us on GoFundMe, Participate in the campaign

From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank each of you for your generosity and for standing by us during this difficult time. Your support brings us hope and takes us one step closer to a better, safer future. Every donation, no matter the amount, makes a real difference in my life and the life of my family.

You have shown us that there are kind people around the world who stand together in times of hardship, and I will never forget your kindness. Thank you for your generosity and for giving us hope for a better tomorrow.

However, the journey is still just beginning, and we need more support to reach a place of safety. Please continue to support us on GoFundMe and share our posts to help our story reach the hearts of others.

With all my appreciation and gratitude,

Oday

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Donations and participation are still needed. Thank you to everyone who contributed and helped in my journey.

I have not received any support for more than two days.

4 fundraisers that need your help!

Iyad Khalil: "On October 7, an airstrike hit our home, taking the lives of my father and my brother Ahmed. Our house was reduced to rubble, and my family was torn apart. The only ones left were my mother and my remaining siblings, who were forced to flee northern Gaza under a hail of bullets and relentless bombing. They carried their grief and fear while walking through roads littered with the bodies of martyrs." -> 0 / 32 000 €

Shahed's children: Shahad and Abed already had a young son, Mohammad, and were eagerly waiting for their second child, whom they planned to name Adam. Suddenly, Abed was taken from their lives, leaving Shahad with a heavy heart and the responsibility of raising their children alone. Little Adam was born into the world without ever meeting his father, while Mohammad kept asking about him, questions Shahad couldn’t find the words to answer. -> 751 € / 13 000 €

Oday Akram Al-Bardawil: "I have always been a dedicated student, dreaming of completing my university studies and specializing in a field where I can help my community and make a difference. However, the current situation in Gaza makes it extremely difficult to achieve this dream, especially with limited resources and the lack of a safe and stable educational environment. We urgently need to move to a safer area where we can live with dignity and without the daily threats. I hope to secure a safe place for my family and complete my university education so that I can build a better future for all of us." -> 1554 € / 15 000 €

Ahmed and his family: Ahmed and his brothers are forced to look for food everyday for survival, with little success. They've been displaced from their homes in the North to the South. Any assistance would help. -> 2696 € / 30 000 €

Help Oday and his family: @oday-akram

Oday's story:

Hello, my name is Oday Akram Albardawil, a 19-year-old Palestinian from Gaza.

I live in the midst of a difficult war-torn environment that greatly impacts my life and my family’s life.

I grew up facing daily challenges that threaten our safety, but I have never given up on my ambition and desire to get a quality education and secure a better future for my family.

My family is also struggling with the harsh conditions, and we urgently need to move to a safer area where we can live with dignity and without the daily threats.

I hope to secure a safe place for my family and complete my university education so that I can build a better future for all of us.

Let’s help Oday achieve a better life for his family.

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